Posted ft. Babylos Lyrics

Yea keep niggas posted

I'm a walking token

Imma do damage keep em coping

That Nigga talking to much get your racks up

Been in the gym Johnny bravo go flex up

Niggas on their toes they won't know what's next up

Imma mize her even though I should text her

No looking back I'm just like an alpaca

Took that nigga spot and I told em pack up

I shoot my shot I don't miss like I'm beckham

Pillow talking told that nigga to back up

May be the same but I'm not an actor

Step out the crib make sure I'm look dapper

Off the grid you can't find me with a tracker

One thing bout me I'm no regular rapper

Give me the mic, tell you bout my story

Strike down the game I feel like I'm Traoré

Walking with God I get covered in his glory

In Gods blood I went got reborn

Earthtone hoe I got the baddest of em all

These niggas cannot compete with me at all

DND but pick up when money call

I ain't finna quit need a show in Nepal

She jump with the masses

One man team balling so hard I don't need passes

He was the youngest that's running the game I put him in a casket

Told my big brother that we number one they won't outlast us

Re spanela zaka

Shoutout my mama and papa

They really created a problem

I'm always the topic

Number one no you can't top it

Karate kick I went go head and chop it

Best you can do is just sit back and pop it

Keeping em talking I sit back and lock in

Dunk on the whole game feeling like jokić

I got an eye on you just like an optic

(HEY!)

Yea keep niggas posted

I'm a walking token

Imma do damage keep em coping

That Nigga talking to much get your racks up

Been in the gym Johnny bravo go flex up

Niggas on their toes they won't know what's next up

Imma mize her even though I should text her

No looking back I'm just like an alpaca

Took that nigga spot and I told em pack up

I shoot my shot I don't miss like I'm beckham

Pillow talking told that nigga to back up

May be the same but I'm not an actor

Step out the crib make sure I'm look dapper

Off the grid you can't find me with a tracker

One thing bout me I'm no regular rapper

Keep niggas posted

We at the corner store posted

Money like this you never post it

SARS got the line tapped

God told me i ain't fearing no man

Told mama i could be my own man

She won't believe it till i say i got it

Kept this shit real like Free Yak gotti

When i dropped the Tape back in April i only got started

I went hit the club for a lil celebration

Toast up to more money and some more power

Section next door looking very much sour

Oh well to bad for these lame niggas

Fact remain that you gon die a lame nigga

Wish you us cause we switch different lanes nigga

When i'm sad i go drop in laurent bitch

Why you act hard? You a soft kid

Don't be like that you a good kid

Heard your parents give you no money

Well you can come get it from me kid

Try tell me i grew up a rich kid

I was five stepping out in the latest kicks

That's a fact i can't change what it is

But i still got ties on the street shit

Wasn't that type that was born in that life but i still got some stripes ask the block

RDK shit bitch we rule the world, Chanelly Chanelly all over my top

Truth be told dawg i don't even need the rap

But i can't let the kids go believe in them

I thank god that my big brother made the bail

He came back home to count up 100K

The 100 still sitting on M and M's

Now why would i listen to Eminem

I listen to music bout making money

You should try it that shit really motivating

Me and my dawg at the corner store

We was just talking bout making more

I told him slatt that's a bet bro

All you gotta do is just stay on post

Yea keep niggas posted

I'm a walking token

Imma do damage keep on coping

Ya'll niggas talking too much get your racks up

Ion say nun all i do is just flex up

Don't need your vest cause we shoot from the neck-up

and this bitch look pretty good with no makeup

I talked to God and he told me i'm next up

Two cell phones but i'm still not a texter

All different rings but i'm still not a wrestler

Elon Musk way my bank account charged up

Balling too hard someone go call the referee

Young MA in these streets like it's Sesame

And if you testing me

I'll have your mama start typing out Rest In Peace

Stealing my swag but you can't get the recipe

You don't got loyalty, Fact gon remain that you prolly just dead to me

Slatt

Slatt

Slatt

That's why we keep niggas posted

I'm a walking token

Imma do damage keep on coping